The End Times

The End Times

In the early part of the millennium, the people of planet Earth underwent the most monumental shift in their history. Some made it, many did not. This is the story of their epic struggle to break free of the illusion that entrapped them for the last 75,000 years.

I often imagine myself hundreds of years in the future, looking back at the present era of humankind’s transition into the next dimension. Here’s a sample of what now might look like from then. . . .

So many beautifully phrased lines by some of the world’s most brilliant writers seemed to presage the great shift. Charles Dickens in the opening of A Tale of Two Cities wrote: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Thomas Paine’s words seem almost clairvoyant: “These are times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

But perhaps the most poignant and prophetic remarks came from one of the world’s greatest statesmen, who galvanized the free world with his resolve, eloquence, and unflinching courage. In an address to the House of Commons on June 18, 1940, Winston Churchill said of the impending battle that would soon engulf his beloved England : “What General Weygand called the Battle of France is over. I expect that the Battle of Britain is about to begin. Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilization. Upon it depends our own British life, and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us. Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour.’”

Two score and six years later, a new battle raged, pitting the forces of light against those who would hold the populace of the planet in shackles of fear. Unlike Hitler, the redcoats of King George, or the players in the French Revolution, the cast of the War of Transition was not easily identified. While the earlier protagonists had boldly stepped forth and made their intentions known, this time those who sought world control hid in the shadows and met in secret. These were rich and powerful puppet masters whose pulling of the strings was shrouded in anonymity. Their goal was so deceptively simple that only a handful of Lightworkers and Planetary Servers were able to see what was actually taking place.

From our perspective several centuries after the great shift, it is easy to see that everything happened as it was destined. At the time, the entire solar system was passing through a sliver of space called the Photon Belt, a narrow radial extending outward from the central sun (a black hole) of the Milky Way galaxy.

The belt was primarily intended as a trigger for the rise in frequency that would shift the planet and its inhabitants into the next density – the promised golden age of peace and love. What wasn’t fully appreciated when the plan was first set in motion was the degree of despair and negativity that gripped humankind. As the Earth’s vibrations were raised she had little choice but to undergo significant tremors in her effort to balance the great dissonance among the unconscious and fear-ridded dwellers on her surface. The concentrated band of light/love energy triggered many uncommon weather patterns, volcanic eruptions, and earthquake activities on the Earth, as well as a heightened sense of panic felt by many people – though that was not part of the original plan.

This transition through the Photon Belt was never meant to be a dark secret that blindsided an unwary populace. Quite the contrary. It had been predicted for millennia by many indigenous cultures and had been part of humanity’s arcane teachings since the beginning of recorded history. However, those who served the dark side knew of it with a startling precision. Their primary intent – on which they focused their efforts for the fifty years leading up to Earth’s entry into the Photon Belt – was to distract the populace. If people’s attention was sufficiently diverted, the chances of them perceiving the possibilities for transition into higher realms of consciousness offered by this brief passage through a highly charged portion of the galaxy would be close to nil. The dark side would score a major victory by keeping the majority trapped under their control.

And so, humanity was fed a steady bread and circus diet of wars and Super Bowls, terrorism and Oscars, along with a constant parade of red herring issues that polarized the battles between fundamentalists and free thinkers. So brilliant was the dark side in executing their plan that their victory seemed virtually secure. While some people chose to embrace the heightened energy field and accelerate their ascension, the rampant fear and feelings of separation and alienation of the majority of the populace made them easy prey for the magi of the dark. They were manipulated and managed with astonishing ease.

But the fat lady hadn’t sung yet, and the handful of Lightworkers and Planetary servers who could see the game at hand rode, like Paul Revere before them, “through every Middlesex village and farm for the country folk to be up and arm.” The trickle of awakened beings grew to a gentle flow and soon became a raging torrent. All across the planet people heeded the cry, wiped the sleep from their eyes, and took to arms. They fought not with guns and bombs but with light and love. Consciousness grew like mushrooms after the rain, and people eagerly took back their personal power from those who had so badly misused it for their own personal gain.

The tiniest candle can easily illumine the darkest room. Even those who fell deepest under the spells of the dark masters came to see the flicker of its flame. It was a trying time for many – especially those precious souls who found it so difficult to release the literal interpretations of their earlier beliefs. Fearing the wrath of their imagined gods, they cowered in the crack between obedience and conscience. Cries of blasphemy, false prophets, and venomous epithets were hurled in the furious storm of emotion that ensued. But, in the end, both sides were allowed to reach out to the multitude.

Not all chose to move into the next density. Many wished to continue the game of being human. But all those who elected to move into the light received the loving assistance to make it happen. It was Winston Churchill again, speaking to the same House of Commons just two months later, in August of 1940, who said the words we still feel in our hearts: “Never was so much owed by so many to so few.”

Jean-Claude Gerard Koven is a writer and speaker based in Rancho Mirage, CA. He is a featured weekly columnist for the UPI (United Press International) Religion and Spirituality Forum and the author of Going Deeper: How to Make Sense of Your Life When Your Life Makes No Sense, selected by both Allbooks Reviews and USABookNews.com as the best metaphysical book of the year. For more information, please visit: www.goingdeeper.org .